A slash of Blue, a sweep of Gray, some scarlet patches on the way…

  “How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”~ED  Emily does to me what Nature does to her. She visits me at the most unexpected times, uninvited; out of context visits which I love and entertain. I started a new painting with the fishing boats of Mui Ne in mind. MuiContinue reading “A slash of Blue, a sweep of Gray, some scarlet patches on the way…”

To mend each tattered Faith…

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate— ’Tis threaded in the Air— And though it do not wear As if it never Tore ’Tis very comfortable indeed And spacious as before— Emily Dickinson Torn and tattered Faith will be mended when the right time comes and regardless ofContinue reading “To mend each tattered Faith…”

Daisy, the poet’s darling

Contented they are in their lowly status Daisies spread joy to the beholder. Here are lines from three different poets on the simple, demure yet cheerful Daisies…A bed of daisies on a hill station brought back flowery memories of  Munnar days… smell of the fresh air, pine trees, evergreens, bird songs and cool weather.   SaidContinue reading “Daisy, the poet’s darling”

Who knocks? That April!

Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied. But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise And praise as mere as blame. ( from ‘Dear March come in…’ -EmilyContinue reading “Who knocks? That April!”

The moon was but a chin of gold…

  THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Emily Dickinson     The Moon shines soContinue reading “The moon was but a chin of gold…”

Dear March, come in!

      DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked— How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me, I have so much toContinue reading “Dear March, come in!”

Harvesting sunrises and sunsets…

THE SOUL should always stand ajar. That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest— Her visitor no more. Emily Dickinson Yes, don’t be careless and forget to leave yourContinue reading “Harvesting sunrises and sunsets…”

Bring me the sunset in a cup…

BRING me the sunset in a cup… BRING me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up, And say how many dew;  I imagine a cup filled with sunset whenever these lines come to my mind. It’s a favourite of mine and I love the authoritative tone of this Dickinson poem. When IContinue reading “Bring me the sunset in a cup…”

She sweeps with many-coloured brooms…

Oh, housewife in the evening west!  I’m obsessed with you and Emily… Here are a few of the splendid Saigon sunsets.   She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread;Continue reading “She sweeps with many-coloured brooms…”